A skip from Portland's Chinatown, in a nondescript brick building down the block from a 100-year-old former burlesque theater, is Voodoo Doughnut, and it's the kind of place that reaffirms everything good about mom-&-pop businesses.

Tatted staffers serve up homemade doughnuts that look like kindergarten art projects: Messy, overloaded with jimmies or Fruit Loops and squishing creme out the side (example: the Old Dirty Bastard doughnut involves chocolate, peanut butter and crushed Oreos.) It's all guilty-pleasure delicious.

The Bacon Bar is one of the main reasons there's a line out the door of this tiny 24-hour shop. (There's a second location across town; this one's cozier.) You may have to wait a while, but there's plenty to look at, including photos of beaming couples who've gotten hitched at Voodoo Doughnut (which offers five wedding packages), and tees bearing the shop's slogan, "The Magic is In the Hole."

Dare you not to buy one. Double-dare you not to tack on "That's what she said."